We have no manners,
we have no shame,
we're looking for a place to stay


We take no shortcuts,
We need no help, in the backseat something to share

We have no money, we have no job, all we have is that old black guitar
We have no time, we have no songs, everybody welcome to the show


Dancing with the dangers
screaming at the sun
sinking in the noises

we have deep black eyes
playing with four jokers
losing all we have.

Would you come, would you come with us?

We are the masters of the world we meet nobody,

nobody till the end
We are the masters of the world, and you can see the crowd


And all the statements fall apart, when you come we will be so far
In other countries, or in this land,
keep on playing, we were born to run.